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My dagger in my mouth. Say, what thou art; Why I should yield to thee?
Clot. Thou villain base,
Know'st me not by my clothes?
Guid. No, nor thy taylor, rascal,
Who is thy grandfather; he made those clothes, Which, as it seems, make thee.
Clot. Thou precious varlet,
My taylor made them not.
Guid. Hence then, and thank
The man that gave them thee. Thou art some I am loath to beat thee.
Clot. Thou injurious thief,
Hear but my name, and tremble.
Guid. What's thy name?
Clot. Cloten, thou villain.
Guid. Cloten, thou double villain, be thy name,
I cannot tremble at it; were it toad, adder, spider, Twould move me sooner.
Clot. To thy further fear,
Nay, to thy mere confusion, thou shalt know
Guid. I am sorry for't; not seeming
So worthy as thy birth.
Clot. Art not afeard?
Guid. Those that I reverence, those I fear the wise:
At fools I laugh, not fear them.
Clot. Die the death:
30 When I have slain thee with my proper hund,
Bel. It is great morning. Come; away.-35
Clot. I cannot find those runagates; that villain Hath mock'd me:- -I am faint.
Bel. Those runagates!
Means he not us?-I partly know him; 'tis Cloten, the son o' the queen. I fear some ambush. I saw him not these many years, and yet
I know, 'tis he:We are held as outlaws:Hence.
Guid. He is but one: You and my brother search What companies are near: pray you, away; Let me alone with him.
[Exeunt Belarius and Arviragus. Clot. Soft! What are you
That fly me thus? some villain mountaineers?
More slavish did I ne'er, than answering
Clot. Thou art a robber,
A law-breaker, a villain: Yield thee, thief. Guid. To who? to thee? What art thou?
Bel. No company's abroad.
Arv. None in the world: You did mistake
Bel. I cannot tell: Long is it since I saw him,
Aro. In this place we left them:
I wish my brother make good time with him, 45 You say he is so fell.
Bel. Being scarce made up,
I mean, to man, he had not apprehension
Guid. This Cloten was a fool; an empty purse,
55 My head, as I do his.
Bel. What hast thou done?
Guid. I am perfect, what': cut off one Cloten's
Son to the queen, after his own report;
60 Who call'd me traitor, mountaineer; and swore, With his own single hand he'd take us in,
■ Stir for move. Gentle implies well-born, of birth above the vulgar. word for the fibres of a tree. A Gallicism. Grand-jour. •To take in means, here, to conquer, to subdue.
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3 Spurs, an old i. e. well-informed, what. Displace
I'd let a parish of such Cloten's blood,
Bel. O thou goddess,
Thou divine Nature, how thyself thou blazon'st 5 In these two princely boys! They are as gentle As zephyrs, blowing below the violet,
Not wagging his sweet head; and yet as rough,
He must have some attendants. Tho' his honour
(As it is like him) might break out, and swear He'd fetch us in; yet is't not probable
To come alone, either he so undertaking,
Guid. Where's my brother?
I have sent Cloten's clot-pole down the stream,
Bel. My ingenious instrument!
Or they so suffering: then on good ground we fear; 25 Hark, Polydore, it sounds! But what occasion
If we do fear this body hath a tail
More perilous than the head.
Arv. Let ordinance
Arv. Poor sick Fidele!
I'll willingly to him: To gain his colour,
1 For is here used in the sense of because.
the fashion, which was perpetually changing. the cave tedious.
Hath Cadwal now to give it motion? Hark!
Bel. He went hence even now.
Guid. What does he mean? since death of my
It did not speak before. All solemn things
Is Cadwal mad?
Re-enter Arviragus, with Imogen as dead, bearing
Bel. Look, here he comes,
Art. The bird is dead,
That we have made so much on. I had rather
Guid. O sweetest, fairest lily!
My brother wears thee not the one half so well,
Bel. O, melancholy!
50 Who ever yet could sound thy bottom? find The ooze, to shew what coast thy sluggish crare Might easiliest harbour in-Thou blessed thing! Jove knows what man thou might'st have made; but I',
55 Thou dy'dst, a most rare boy, of melancholy!— How found you him?
Art. Stark, as you see;
Thus smiling, as some fly had tickled slumber,
2 That is, The only notion he had of honour was i. e. Fidele's sickness made my walk forth from
i. e. such pursuit of vengeance as fell within any possibility of opposition.
A crare is a small trading vessel, called in the Latin of the middle ages crayera. The word often occurs in Holinshed. The incaning is, "Jove knows what man thou night'st have made,
but I know thou dy’dst.”
[rudeness My clouted brogues from off my feet, whose Answer'd my steps too loud.
Guid. Why, he but sleeps:
If he be gone, he'll make his grave a bed;
Arv. With fairest flowers,
Whilst summer lasts, and I live herc, Fidele,
I'll sweeten thy sad grave: Thou shalt not lack 15
Guid. Pry'thee, have done;
And do not pray in wench-like words with that
And not protract with admiration what
Is now due debt.-To the grave.
Arv. Say, where shall's lay him?
Guid. By good Euriphele, our mother.
And let us, Polydore, though now our voices
I cannot sing: I'll weep, and word it with thee:
Art. We'll speak it then.
Bel. Great griefs, I see, medicine the less; for Is quite forgot. He was a queen's son, boys; And, though he came our enemy, remember,
Guid. Nay, Cadwal, we must lay his head to the east ;
My father hath a reason for 't.
Arv. 'Tis true.
Guid. Come on then, and remove him.
Guid. Fear no more the heat o' the sun,
Home art gone, and ta’en thy wages:
To thee the reed is as the oak:
Consign' to thee, and come to dust.
Re-enter Belarius, with the body of Cloten.
Bel. Here's a few flowers; but about midnight,
40 The herbs that have on them the cold dew o' the
He was paid for that: Though mean and mighty 45 The ground, that gave them first, has them again:
And though you took his life, as being our foe, 50 I thank you. By yon bush?—Pray, how far
Clouted brogues are shoes strengthened with clout or hob-nails. In some parts of England, thin plates of iron called clouts are likewise fixed to the shoes of ploughmen. The ruddock is the red3 Paid is here used for punished. breast, to which bird the office of covering the dead is ascribed. Meaning, that reverence, or due regard to subordination, is the power which keeps peace and order in the world. 'To consign to thee, is to seal the same contract with thee, i. e. add their names to thine upon the register of death. This diminutive adjuration is derived from God's my pity.
This bloody man, the care on't. I hope, I dream; For, so, I thought I was a cave-keeper,
And cook to honest creatures: but 'tis not so;
I tremble still with fear: But if there be
[From the spungy south to this part of the west,
Luc. Dream often so,
And never false.-Soft, ho! what trunk is here,
Cap. He is alive, my lord.
Luc. He'll then instruct us of this body.--Young
The drug he gave me, which, he said, was pre-
Enter Lucius, Captains, &c. and a Soothsayer. Cap, To them, the legions garrison'd in Gallia, After your will, have cross'd the sea; attending You here at Milford-Haven, with your ships: They are in readiness.
Luc. But what from Rome?
Cap. The senate hath stirr'd up the confiners, And gentlemen of Italy; most willing spirits, That promise noble service; and they come Under the conduct of bold Iachimo, Syenna's brother,
Luc. When expect you them?
Cap. With the next benefit o' the wind.
Imo. I am nothing; or if not,
Nothing to be were better. This was my master,
That here by Mountaineers lies slain :-Alas!
Luc. 'Lack, good youth!
Thou mov'st no less with thy complaining, than
They'll pardon it. Say you, sir?
Luc. Thou dost approve thyself the very same:
I'll hide my master from the flies, as deep
1 forial face signifies in this place, such a face as belongs to Jove. 2 i. e. lawless, licentious. i. e. the gods themselves.
The Roman legions, all from Gallia drawn,
I am amaz'd with matter'.
Lord. Good my liege,
Your preparation can affront no less
Than what you hear of; come more, for more
The want is, but to put these powers in motion,
We fear not
Cym. I thank you: Let's withdraw: And meet the time, as it seeks us. What can from Italy annoy us; but We grieve at chances here.-Away.
We'll higher to the mountains; there secure us.
Among the bands) may drive us to a render"
Guid. This is, sir, a doubt,
In such a time, nothing becoming you,
Arv. It is not likely,
That when they hear the Roman horses neigh,
Bel. O, I am known
Pisan. I heard no letter from my master, since I wrote him, Imogen was slain: "Tis strange: Nor hear I from my mistress, who did promise To yield me often tidings: Neither know I What is betid to Cloten; but remain
Guid. Than be so,
Better to cease to be. Pray, sir, to the army:
Aro. By this sun that shines,
I'll thither: What thing is it, that I never
1i. e. take him up in your arms. That is, My suspicion is yet undetermined. with variety of business. i. e. can face no less, &c. í. e. observation. account. i. e. The retaliation of the death of Cloten would be death, &c. regularly disposed.
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'i. e. confounded Render means an i. e. their fires